I am human Lord, a soul blemished
by my own doing
I know your path is righteous, and
its route I must seek
My soul is a dry land, parched and
in need of Life from You
Back to the inner chambers I must go,
to hear amidst silence your voice once again
Then to utter from once silent lips
my love for You, and to others this to hear
My journey will again begin, but this time
without blindness that can not see
But first, from dry land I must remove
this I, me and myself within my being
Then, blessings will pour like stream of refill,
when I from parched land admit you’re Lord and King
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In a list
A contest entry
- For the Group "Place Of Prayer" by Abidoodle.
1100 points, ended March 24, 2008, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Congratulations on this Gold, too
Well done.
Love
Myra -
This is a beautiful, humble, spiritual piece of writing. There can be times we fall short of what our heavenly father requires of us, yet in the inner chambers of our spiritual mind we never forget the peace from following the path that brings all things beneficial to us.
I did so enjoy reading this, thank you for sharing these thoughts.
Katie
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WOW. Nice work!
Thanks for entering, good luck!
Doodles
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In humbleness and in love ...
the poet surrendered to the Highest Power, our King and Lord. Reclaiming the route often means to be stripped of self and in silence, separated for God (heilig), the Voice is heard again: strong, soothing and filled with Love and forgiveness.
How wondrous to be merely a child in his Presence -- embraced by his Forgiveness.
Good luck in the contest.
Blessed be, Friend.
Myra
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